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You see me here, you gods, a poor old man,
Corn. Follow'd the old man forth :—he is As full of grief as age; wretched in both !
Whither is he going ? That all the world shall—I will do such things Glo. He calls to horse ;* but will I know not What they are, yet I know not;—but they shall be
whither. The terrors of the earth. You think, I'll weep; Corn. 'Tis best to give him way; he leads No, I'll not weep :
himself. I have full cause of weeping; but this heart Gon. My lord, entreat him by no means to stay. Shall break into a hundred thousand flaws,
Glo. Alack, the night comes on, and the Or ere I'll weep.—0, fool, I shall go mad !
bleak * winds
Fool.–Storm heard at a distance. There's scarce a bush.
O, sir, to wilful men, Reg. This house is little ; the old man and his The injuries that they themselves procure people
Must be their schoolmasters. Shut up your doors: Cannot be well bestow'd.
[rest, He is attended with a desperate train ; Gon. 'Tis his own blame hath put himself from And what they may incense him to, being apt And must needs taste his folly.
To have his ear abus’d, wisdom bids fear. Reg. For his particular, I'll receive him gladly, | Corn. Shut up your doors, my lord ; 't is a But not, one follower.
wild night; Gon,
So am I purpos’d, - My Regan counsels well : come out o'the storm. Where is my lord of Gloster ?
A storm, with thunder and lightning. Enter | The lion and the belly-pinched wolf
Keep their fur dry, unbonneted he runs,
And bids what will take all. KENT. Who's there, besides foul weather ? KENT.
But who is with him ? Gent. One minded like the weather, most un Gent. None but the fool; who labours to quietly.
out-jest KENT. I know you. Where's the king ? His heart-struck injuries. GENT. Contending with the fretful elements; KENT.
Sir, I do know you, Bids the wind blow the earth into the sea,
And dare, upon the warrant of my note, Or swell the curled waters 'bove the main,
Commend a dear thing to you. There is That things might change or cease ; b tears his
Although as yet the face of it be * cover'd Which the impetuous blasts, with eyeless rage, With mutual cunning,—’twixt Albany and CornCatch in their fury, and make nothing of;
wall ; Strives in his little world of man to out-scorn Who have (as who have not, that their great stars The to-and-fro-conflicting wind and rain. [couch, | Thron’d and set high ?) servants, who scem no This night, wherein the cub-drawn bear would
* Or swell the curled waters'bove the main,--] That is, the main land.
That things might change or cease ; ] The remainder of this speech is omitted in the folio.
(*) First folio, is. c Who have (as who have not, &c.] This and the seven fol. lowing lines are omitted in the quartos, and the remainder of the speech commencing," But, true it is," is left out of the folio.
Which are to France the spies and speculations ; You sulphurous and thought-executing fires, Intelligent of our state ; what hath been seen, Vaunt-couriers to * oak-cleaving thunder-bolts, Either in snuffs and packings of the dukes; Singe my white head! And thou, all-shaking Or the hard rein which both of them have borne
thunder, Against the old kind king; or something deeper, Strike flat the thick rotundity o’the world! Whereof, perchance, these are but furnishings ; Crack nature's moulds, all germens spill at once, But, true it is, from France there comes a power That make ingrateful man! Into this scatter'd kingdom ; who already,
FOOL. O nuncle, court holy-water in a dry Wise in our negligence, have secret feet
house is better than this rain-water out o'door. In some of our best ports, and are at point
Good nuncle, in, and † ask thy daughters' To show their open banner.-Now to you ;
blessing; here's a night pities neither wise men If on my credit you dare build so far
nor fools. To make your speed to Dover, you shall find LEAR. Rumble thy bellyfull! Spit, fire ! Some that will thank you, making just report
spout, rain! Of how unnatural and bemadding sorrow
Nor rain, wind, thunder, fire, are my daughters : The king hath cause to plain.
I tax not you, you elements, with unkindness; I am a gentleman of blood and breeding;
I never gave you kingdom, call'd you children, And, from some knowledge and assurance, offer You owe me no subscription; then let fall This office to you.
Your horrible pleasure ; here I stand, your slave, GENT. I will talk further with you.
A poor, infirm, weak, and despis'd old man :KENT.
No, do not. But yet I call you servile ministers, For confirmation that I am much more
That have with two pernicious daughters join'de Than my out-wall, open this purse, and take Your high-engender'd battles 'gainst a head What it contains. If you shall see Cordelia, So old and white as this. 0!0! 't is foul ! (As fear not but you shall) show her this ring; Fool. He that has a house to put's head in, And she will tell you who your * fellow is
has a good head-piece. That yet you do not know,-Fie on this storm! I will go seek the king.
The cod-piece that will house, GENT. Give me your hand: have you no more
Before the head has any, to say ?
The head and he shall louse ;KENT. Few words, but, to effect, more than all
So beggars marry many. yet,
The man that makes his toe That, when we have found the king, in which
What he his heart should make, your pain
Shall of a corn cry woe, That way, I'll this) he that first lights on him
And turn his sleep to wake. Holla the other.
[Exeunt severally. | -For there was never yet fair woman, but she
made mouths in a glass.
LEAR. No, I will be the pattern of all patience ; SCENE II.-Another part of the Heath. Storm
I will say nothing.
Foot. Marry, here's grace and a cod-piece; You cataracts and hurricanoes, spout
that's a wise man and a fool.
(night, Till you have drench'd our steeples, drown'd t KENT. Alas, sir, are you here ? things that love the cocks!
Love not such nights as these; the wrathful skies
(*) First folio, that.
(+) First folio, drown. Which are to France the spies and speculations Intelligent of our state :)
Fur "speculations" we should perhaps read speculators, which formerly meant watchers, overlookers, observers, &c. Johnson proposed speculators, and Mr. Singer found the correction in a marginal note of his copy of the second folio
6 Either in snuffs and packings of the dukes :) "Snuffs" mean pelty dissentions, tits; and “packings " signify pluts, intrigues, &c. • - furnishings;-) That is, according to Steevens, samples: but
(*) First folio, of.
(+) First folio omits, and. the illustration he cites from the Epistle prefired to Greene's " Groats-worth of Witte. "_" For to lend the world a furnish of witte, she lays her owne to pawne," is not conclusive.
- court holy-water-) Glozing speeches. Florio translates, Dare l'allodola, "To cog, to foist, to fatter, to gire one Court-hollie water," &c.: and Mantellissare, « To court one with faire words or give court holy-water *
That have with two pernicious daughters joind-] The folio reads,
“That will with two pernicious daughters join," &c.
Gallows the very wanderers of the dark,
Let the great gods, And make them keep their caves: since I was man, | That keep this dreadful pother* o'er our heads, Such sheets of fire, such bursts of horrid thunder, Find out their enemies now. Tremble, thou wretch, Such groans of roaring wind and rain, I never That hast within thee undivulged crimes, Remember to have heard : man's nature cannot Unwhipp'd of justice !-Hide thee, thou bloody carry
hand! The affliction nor the fear.
Thou perjur’d,and thou simularo of virtue
That art incestuous caitiff, to pieces shake,
SCENE III.-A Room in Gloucester's Castle. Hast practis'd on man's life !-Close pent-up guilts,
Enter GLOUCESTER and EDMUND.
Glo. Alack, alack, Edmund, I like not this unMore sinn'd against than sinning.
natural dealing. When I desired their leave that I KENT.
Alack, bare-headed !
might pity him, they took from me the use of mine Gracious my lord, hard by here is a hovel;
own house ; charged me, on pain of their * perSome friendship will it lend you 'gainst the
petual displeasure, neither to speak of him, entreat tempest:
for him, norf any way sustain him. Repose you there, while I to this hard house,
EDM. Most savage and unnatural ! (More harder than the stones whereof 'tis rais'd ;
Glo. Go to; say you nothing. There is division Which even but now, demanding after you,
between the dukes; and a worse matter than that: Denied me to come in) return, and force
I have received a letter this night ;-'tis dangerous Their scanted courtesy.
to be spoken ;-I have locked the letter in my closet: LEAR. My wits begin to turn.
these injuries the king now bears will be revenged Come on, my boy: how dost, my boy? art cold ?
home; there is part of a power already footed : I am cold myself.- Where is this straw, my
we must incline to the king. I will seek # him, and fellow?
privily relieve him : go you, and maintain talk with The art of our necessities is strange,
the duke, that my charity be not of him perceived: And can make vile things precious. Come, your
if he ask for me, I am ill, and gone to bed. If I hovel.
die for it, as no less is threatened me, the king my Poor fool and knave, I have one part in my heart
old master must be relieved. There is strange That's sorry yet for thee.
things toward, Edmund; pray you, be careful. Fool. [Singing.)
EDM. This courtesy, forbid thee, shall the duke
Instantly know; and of that letter too :-
This seems a fair deserving, and must draw me Must make content with his fortunes fit,
That which my father loses,—no less than all : Though the rain it raineth every day.
The younger rises when the old doth fall. LEAR. True, boy.—Come, bring us to this
[Exeunt LEAR and KENT. Fool. This is a brave night to cool a courtezan.I'll speak a prophecy ere I go :
| SCENE IV.-A part of the Heath, with a Hovel. When priests are more in word than matter;
Enter LEAR, KENT, and Fool.
Kent. Here is the place, my lord ; good my No heretics burn'd, but wenches' suitors :
lord, enter: When every case in law is right;
The tyranny of the open night's too rough No squire in debt, nor no poor knight;
For nature to endure. [Storm continues. When slanders do not live in tongues;
Let me alone. Nor cutpurses come not to throngs;
KENT. Good my lord, enter here. When usurers tell their gold i’ the field;
Wilt break my heart? And bawds and whores do churches build ;
KENT. I had rather break mine own. Good my Then shall the realm of Albion
lord, enter. Come to great confusion :
LEAR. Thou think'st 'tis much that this con. Then comes the time, who lives to see't,
tentious storm That going shall be us'd with feet.
Invades us to the skin : so 't is to thee;
But where the greater malady is fix’d, This prophecy Merlin shall make; for I live before The lesser is scarce felt. Thou’dst shun a bear; his time.
[Exit. But if thy $ flight lay toward the roaring sea,